[ Maybe it's the game comment that gets to him, this time. Maybe it's that, god damn him, Rick is right that there's been a whole hell of a lot of fuck ups, and that someone not telling him about this Benjamin kid is a pin in the machine of it all falling apart. Maybe it's Sasha, dying in that box. He wasn't so convinced of the circumstances, but how else could she have died? How else? It hadn't been supposed to go down like that.

Whatever the reason, he answers with one word. He hasn't talked about that shit in a long time. If he tries hard enough, there's a whole other story with his name on it; he never cared about anyone or anything, and nothing he loved ever mattered. It hadn't even existed. ]

Turned.

[ Pushes on as though there was no slip at all. ]

If you want Dwight for the girl, and another guy for the boy, then your people are gonna wonder: where's the justice for Glenn? For Abe? That girl of yours - you called her Maggie - she ain't gonna rest until she sees me rotting like the rest of them. Your own people will shit all over your own peace, that's the way this works.

Not to mention I couldn't turn over my folks like that even if I wanted to. If I can't punish them myself then that makes me responsible for their shit.